Lilbishihunter: Hey. Im here! dodges thrown food Sorry everyone who is still patiently waiting for the final chapter of autumn. I AM working on it, i swear. I just decided to change the storyline and the whole basis of the chapter is going to be revised and redone. I swear, it will be good. And to those who like the Surprise, dont ecpect that to be done for a while, my friend and i have some big plan for that if we could ever ghet together.

Now that i warned everyone of my horrible updating history, i wish to let you know that for this story, i have the second chapter already started. Im working on this one until i get in the mood to write for House again. Smoker Ace pairing rocks so i wrote this because there is not enough lurve. WARNING: for those who did not just read that. THIS IS YAOI! SEXY MARIENE MAN AND HOT PIRATE GUY. If you dont like it, dont read it. Flames will be given to ace AND used to roast marshmallows. Anything else, Makari?

Makari: Lilbishihunter does not own One Piece. That bit of genious belongs to Eiichiro Oda. She owns nothing, she has no money, and i am only here to keep her company in her yaoi fangirlness.

Chapter 1

Smoker grunted in surprise and sat up as the door to his office burst open to reveal a very happy go lucky woman standing there with two cups of coffee. "Good Afternoon, Smoker! I have your coffee! Isn't it just a great day? The sky is beautiful!" Tashigi smiled and gushed as she set one of the cups in front of Smoker. Her body was a little more rounded from the last time he had seen her, the embryo inside her growing.

He picked up the cup and rolled his eyes at the decoration. The jolly fat man just smiled at him as he took a sip. "Yeah, if you like gray steely skies with snow falling out of them and causing pile ups on roads. If you have any cases on your hands, I want them." His desk was completely covered with files and papers, leaving very little room to set down his large cup of coffee.

"Not today, Smoker. All day to lazy about." She said as she moved some papers from her chair and sat down.

"Never a good day to laze about, it's boring… I guess that means I should get some of this paper work done then." Smoker muttered reluctantly as he started shifting through the files, two unlit cigars in his mouth. "Tashigi, have you seen my lighter?" he looked under his desk, shaking his head.

"Um…" she said as she looked around her desk as well, her glasses falling to the floor in the process. "My glasses!" she knelt around carefully, feeling for them while keeping one hand on her stomach. Smoker sighed as he got up, Moving over to pick up her glasses and shove them back onto her face. He paused as her glasses found their way back onto her face, then smiled, "Oh! Thank you Smoker!"

He went back to his desk, sitting down and immediately jumping back up again at a fairly loud crack coming from his chair. He picked up his now broken lighter. "Found it… but now it's useless… shit." He tossed it into the trash can, pulling the unlit cigars from his mouth and putting them back into his coat. He then got out a pen and got to work.

Tashigi opened her desk drawer, smiling as she got out a small gift. "Here Smoker, Merry Christmas." She looked for an empty spot on his desk to place it but found none. So as a last resort, she placed it on a towering pile of papers. The large stack teetered back and forth for a few seconds before tipping over onto three more piles. Finally, the avalanche of papers fell over and buried her.

Smoker got up and dug through the pile, muttering, "This is one of the reasons I don't like the holidays!" He unearthed her passed out, extra heavy body, grunting slightly as he picked up the dead weight and deposited it onto her chair. "Entirely too much paperwork and nothing better to do!"

She started moving around, waking up and breathing easier as the heavy pile was no longer on top of her form. Her eyes opened, waking up and moving carefully to sit upright. "Your present!" she exclaimed as she looked at the mountain she had been saved from.

"Why are you getting me a present, anyway? Don't you have a husband to take care of?" Smoker asked as she moved back over to the papers and started digging through them. He leaned on the desk, watching for a few mintues before she gasped. Her large smiled expressed unbridled joy and triumph as she handed him the present.

"Because it's a nice thing to do." She said as she stepped back, waiting for him to open it.

He pulled at the bow, making the ribbons and paper fall away. Then lifted the box, smiling slightly at what he saw inside. "You are so practical!" he teased picking up the stamp and ink with his signature on it.

She laughed, "Well, now you could get your paperwork done in half the time!" She moved back over to her desk, sitting down and watching him.

A thought occurred to him as he set it down. Then his eyebrow raised in question. "Where did you manage to get a sample of my signature, anyway?" he asked as he sat back down in his chair, but not before making sure that there was nothing on it this time.

She blushed and said, "Well, last time you were doing paper work, I asked you to sign something for me. You didn't even look at it because you were almost going cross eyed."

He shook his head as he grabbed his gun and badge. "I'm going out for something to eat, want anything?"

She smiled, "Someone to be able to spend Christmas with you, are you sure you won't come over to my house?"

"I'm positive, Tashigi. The idea of ten screaming kids and a bunch of old people gathered around a dinner table fighting over food seems a bit too barbaric to me." He said.

She laughed, "Like eating Chinese in front of the TV is any better?"

He just turned to the door, small smile fading. A couple of smiles were shot his way as he left the building but no outright hellos. As he walked further, nobody even bothered to look at him.

His usual scowl in place, he walked through the crowds of Christmas people and the falling snow. The people all rushed by him as though he wasn't there, groups of kids shopping with their parents and happy couples under the mistletoe. His scowl turned to a pensive, sad look as he passed by all the shops and stores, having no reason for a Christmas ham or some fun party games for he had no one to go home to.

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he almost missed the man bumping into him. On reflex, he grabbed the man's arm and looked him in the eye, growling. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" He gritted his teeth, now in a bad mood.

A woman came walking up to him, her long blue hair unusual like his own smoky grey. Her dark clothes were different from everyone else's bright ones. "Thank you for catching him, he stole my prized flower." She said, her voice silvery and hypnotic. When Smoker looked at the man, he saw he indeed had a beautiful blue rose in his hands as he struggled to get free.

He pulled the pot from the man's grasp, handing it back to the woman. "Here you go." He then turned back to the man, pulling out his badge. "You have the right to remain silent and so on and so forth. I'm not going to go through the whole speech, I'm tired and cranky." He cuffed the young man and started to move back to the precinct but was hit over the head with a brick. He fell to the ground, momentarily blacking out. When his eyes became focused once more, he was looking into the center of a snow drift.

With a little struggling, he freed himself and looked around. All that was left on the sidewalk to prove the encounter even happened was the little flower pot with the blue rose. He moved closer, looking down at it. "Geez. If it was her prized flower, why would she leave it sitting on the ground?" He picked it up, looking it over. "Hm. It will die if I leave it here… guess I'll see if Tashigi wants it." With that, he turned back to the precinct, forgetting the entire reason he had left there in the first place.

"So she just left it there?! This is one of the rarest natural flowers in existence!" Tashigi almost shouted to Smoker who sat there as he drank his coffee. "Do you have any idea how much this thing is worth!?"

Smoker turned to her, a blank look on his face, "Nope, so do you want it or not?"

She sighed, sitting down in her chair. "No. I'll just kill it. I'm no good with plants. I kill cactuses, Smoker! I am less nurturing that a desert!"

"Alright then. I'll just keep it at home…" He said, getting his coat. It was getting late and he wanted to go home, so he wrapped himself well and picked his new flower up once more, settling the pot in the crook of his arm.

"Ok, Smoker. Merry Christmas!" She waved cheerily, a bright smile on her face and a hand on her rounded belly.

He rolled his eyes but gave a small wave, walking out the door and into the street. His apartment was only a few blocks away so he always walked to and from home. The wind was biting cold on his exposed face that wasn't covered by the scarf he wrapped around him, making him shiver and move a bit quicker. His pocket jangled from various metal objects like handcuffs, change, and keys.

As he reached the front door, he pulled said keys out of his pocket, inserting them into the slot in the door handle. He turned them and entered, looking around his dull and bare apartment. The flower pot in his hands found a new home on his bed side table before Smoker threw his coat, gloves, scarf, and double layered sweaters over a chair. The black muscle shirt moved fluidly over his skin as he stretched before flopping down on his bed and picking up the phone to order Chinese.

Once finished, he stared at the ceiling, bored and in need of a good smoke. He got out two cigars once more and put them in his mouth before going around his apartment in search of a lighter. While he was digging through the couch, the flower started to pulse slightly, a red coloring making its way up the petals and into the tips, streaking but creating a beautiful effect.

When smoker turned around, the cigars in his mouth dropped into his out stretched hand in shock. He went over to the plant and examined it. "Now what the hell-?" he murmured as he checked the water, soil, and leaves. "Great, one of the rarest flowers in existence and I killed it…"

He was stopped by the doorbell ringing. He sighed and turned towards the door, making the trip in three steps.

At the front door, a punk stood there, trying miserably to look Asian as he held a paper bag in his hand. The boy looked at Smoker, silently holding out his hand. They had done this drill many times before and they had a silent understanding. The kid brings the food, smoker always has exact change, the kid leaves. Not a word is ever needed to be exchanged. The trade was made and Smoker turned back into his apartment, shutting the door behind him. He was digging through the paper bag, pulling out cartons of food. Once everything was on the table in front of the TV, he crumbled up the paper bag to put it in the trash.

As he returned, though, he saw one carton empty and on its side whilst a pair of very tiny, very human legs stuck out the top of the second carton. Smoker blinked, shook his head, then moved over to inspect this phenomenon.

He reached into the carton and pulled one of the flailing legs out, holding the tiny foot between his thumb and forefinger. Connected to the tiny foot was a shapely leg which, in turn, was connected to a fine ass which transitioned into a smooth muscled back and up strong looking arms which were busy feeding a large open mouth with black hair hanging down in front of wide eyes which stared at him. Smoker stared at the small being, guessing him to have the body of a twenty year old, just stark naked.

"What the Fuck?" Was the only words that came to him.

LBH: Ok guys, so what do you think? Reveiws make me feel guilty and make me write faster and such. Please write reveiws.